It all started one night, on a bathroom floor...

...Quite abruptly, I found that I was not crying anymore. I'd stopped crying, in fact, in mid-sob. My misery had been completely vacummed out of me. I lifted my forehead off the floor and sat up in surprise, wondering, if i would see now some Great Being who had taken my weeping away. But nobody was there. I was just alone. But not really alone either. I was surrounded by something I can only describe as a little pocket of silence--- a silence so rare that I didn't want to exhale, for fear of scaring it off. I was seamlessly still. I dunno when I'd ever felt such stillness.

Then I heard a voice. It was my voice speaking from wdin my ownself. But this was my voice as I had never heard it bfore. This was my voice, but perfectly wise, calm and compassionate. This was what my voice would sound like if i'd only ever experienced love and certainty in my life. How can I describe the warmth of affection in that voice, as it gave me the answer that would forever seal my faith in the divine.

The voice said:
Go back to bed [Josh].
True wisdom only gives the possible answer at any given moment... You don't need to know the final answer right now... Go back to bed because the only thing you need now is get some rest and take good care of yourself intil you do know the answer. Go back to bed so when the temptest comes, you'll be strong enough to deal with it. And the temptest is coming, dear one. Very soon. But not tonight. Therefore: Go back to bed [Josh].

-Elizabeth Gilbert